Cured

Ch. 27

I was falling into a deep, dark hole, the white light above me fading from view, the black swallowing me up. As I fell, images and scenes played out around me. There was a world tainted blue, an intense feeling of hot and cold, a wedding, a proposal, a guy in a coma. The images went black, only to return a split second later. They were different this time, one of a stolen kiss, another of a dark shadow following a girl, a third of the same girl carrying a shard of glass in her hand, her eyes a pitch black.

"Khristi?" A voice sounded, far away. "Open your eyes." The person pleaded.

More images appeared with the voice. I could see a guy in all black, his blonde hair shinning in the sun, his jacket hood hiding his eyes in shadow. Then another image came, the same guy sleeping in a bed under red and black blankets, holding someone's small hand as he slept, the ring on the hand catching my eye.

"Khristi? Come on, please. I can't lose you too." The voice spoke again, wavering with each word.

I looked around, trying to find the source. Instead of seeing the person, all I saw was the same images as before, repeating over and over, an ache in my chest causing me to lose my breath. Suddenly, once again, everything went black, and I could hear the person walking away, their footsteps echoing all around me.

"W-Wait." I gasped, calling after the person, but there was no response, just the footsteps fading away as they left me alone in the dark. "Please. Come back." I begged, turning in circles, trying to find them. As I spun around for the tenth time, my eyes landed on a light in the distance, and I didn't hesitate, running towards it as fast as I could. Before I could reach it, something hit me square in the chest, knocking me onto the ground, my head hitting the floor beneath me.

Wincing, I slowly opened my eyes, looking up into a pair of brown eyes starting down at me, worried. "Guys, she's awake." The dark haired guy said, leading away from me as a few people rushed over to me. One guy had bright pink hair, the other blonde, and the third, a girl, had short brown hair.

"Are you okay?" The pink haired guy asked and the blonde helped me sit up. My head began to pound, and I winced. "I'll take that as a no." He sighed, and pulled me to my feet, helping me over to one of the couches to my left. "Here, sit down for a bit."

Doing as he told, I sat down, resting my head on the back of the couch. As I did so, I glanced around the room, seeing a multitude of unfamiliar faces watching me, worried. Some whispered to each other, others wiping away tears. Across the room were some more people, looking at the ground with pale faces. I watched as someone broke away from the group, on the verge of tears, and from the gap they left, I could see that they were looking at a person. Why were they on the ground? "Did something happen?"

I hadn't realized that I had spoken until everyone's eyes snapped to me, my voice breaking the silence that loomed over the room. The short haired girl from earlier sighed, and made her way over to me. "When Suho blocked Daehyun's attack, you two were knocked out, and for a while there neither of you were breathing..." she began, and I instantly had questions. "We thought you both had died, but then you started breathing just before you woke up. Suho..." she hesitated. "He's not healing...w-we think he's dead." she said, her eyes were watering, her lip quivering as she spoke.

There was a few seconds of silence, and everyone was watching me, expecting some sort of reaction, but I was so lost as to what was going on. "Khristi? Why aren't you saying anything?" The girl asked.

I opened my mouth to reply, but I didn't know what to say. "I-I..." I began. They all waited for my reply, silent. "I'm sorry..." I said, looking down at my hands. "I don't know what's going on. W-Who are you? Where am I?" I asked.

The girl looked at me wide eyed, her face pale. "What?" She asked, not believing what I had said. "A-Are you being serious? Please tell me this is just one fucked up joke."